Wiz Khalifa - Fake lyrics

We still at it mane ain't never lost a step
Take some of the low end out of my voice
Put some delay on there

Make your money don't let it make you
I learned that if you work hard
It's funny where it'll take you
Probably roll you one up and bake you
I'm constantly on my job to
See what's on my plate
Did it all without getting thank
You I'm holding rank, rollin' dank
Porsche Carrera, 9 11
Rollerskatin' see the city through my drapes
So what a tape
Smoke good weed to compliment my brain
Ripped jeans to compliment my J's
I grind weed to put it in a j
On magazines and that center stage
What you make in a year I'm get in a day
Drink my fears away
Work hard so I blew all my peers away
I'm smokin' strong to clear my brain
Thankin' god I'm here today
Just long as my niggas safe
And all of my business straight
I'ma be able to move
Cop some land and renovate
Plus I'm about to have a son
So I have to demonstrate
How to always stay real when the world
Giving you fake, fake, fake, fake, fake

When the world giving you
Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Cause it ain't 'bout having a lot
It's 'bout you having some
Cause you could have it all but you
Still feel like you got none
When the world giving you
Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake

When the world giving you fake it
Ain't hard to stay real
Niggas say they gon' run up
On you believe they will
I'm from Pittsburgh where they
Kill and they deal
Young niggas itchin' to pop a
Nigga like a pain pill
Don't even mention the homicide
Outside it's way real
Some of my niggas is dead, in jail
Or tryna' make bail
Young nigga listen told him stay
Out the streets he chill
Got a little older keep saying he won't
He will
Got shot a lil' bit ago now it's poppin' when
I see him I just talk to him
Roll some weed up tell him 'bout
Shit that he don't wanna be
What can happen to the act
If he don't wanna clean
The life he live the consequences
He don't wanna see
The game's over, rich icon, chain smoker
The watch face cold
Like it was playin' poker
Pot grower, party not-goer
Always not sober, shades on my face when the
World's giving you fake, fake, fake, fake
Fake

When the world's giving you
Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Cause it ain't 'bout having a lot
It's 'bout you having some
Cause you could have it all but
Feel like you got none
When the world's giving you
Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake

Ya man there's a lot of fake shit that
The world got to offer
Fake niggas, fake jewerly, fake weed
Fake friends fake cars, fake clothes
Don't buy into the bullshit
Tell yourself first
MonstaBeatz, Taylor Gang, you know what it is